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Tubig ang senyales ng pagluwal sa akin ng mundo, ngunit sumabay ang pagkapal ng gulang sa paggaspang ng mga kalyo sa aking talampakan. Nilimot ng mga laman at diwa ang magtiwala sa tubig. 151 more words


This is Love 

Savior. You saw me tattered and stained yet You called me Your beloved. You found me in chains, turned away from your gaze, I was so ashamed. 63 more words


Don't Forgive Me, Father.

So today I went for confession. I knelt before the screen separating me and the Priest, and sighed. 1,399 more words


Haiku #8

I am torn between

Time zones, places, and people.

What should a girl do?


Great Divide: Off My Hiatus

Things hurt; that is forever a given. That seems to be the piece of knowledge no one can escape.

Scars act as a reminder of those givens; a piece, of a fragment, of a morsel of the pain. 144 more words


Alone – This is the moment when you can just exist. Exist and be whole in the present, despite any and all flaws and without anyone else to define who you are.

Creative Writing

Eulogy for my Mother

My mother enjoyed life and a wide variety of things in it.  To her, whatever was up next was going to be great!  She loved her family, all children, books, crossword puzzles, teddy bears, dolls, the Catholic church, seafood, cigarettes and coffee, the Secular Franciscans, and jazz.   331 more words